Whoosh!

The bookworm snapped his fingers and shot two finger winds, beating the two snake-headed scorpions on Murong Yuan's mountain into ashes.

Then he stretched out a wisp of divine sense, entered Murong Yuanshan's body and swam around, and immediately his face changed greatly. Although Murong Yuanshan's physical body was not seriously damaged, the Yuan Shen was terrifyingly weak, and he only had the strength of the middle and late stages of Qi refining, and it was still shrinking, like a remnant fire in the wind, crumbling to extinction.

And he himself, under the impact of the two shijieliliang, has passed out directly.

"Brother Murong, don't fall in love with the war, your descendants are not in good condition, and they must be brought back for treatment immediately!"

The scholar said to Murong Zhuo.

Murong Zhuo's face turned cold, but he didn't turn around immediately, but shook his arms and swept the monstrous sea of fire around him into an arrow of flames and shot it at the war elephant real person.

The calligraphy and painting duo were not idle, and at the same time, they each smashed out a golden talisman, and when the talisman was in the air, it burst into a storm, and two wrestlers holding golden swords jumped out of the talisman, and slashed at the war elephant.

After the three of them finished a blow, they immediately fled to the outside of the valley.

The war elephant real person watched the three of them flee, and there was a hideous sneer in his huge eyes, and he didn't chase after him, but just waved the giant axe in his hand, sending out a fierce wind to disperse the attacks of the three people.

There was another thudding sound.

Murong Zhuo's rocket is naturally much stronger than looking for a rocket, but for the real war elephant in the middle of the Yuan Infant, it is only a small path, but it is a golden wrestler who is obsessed with calligraphy and painting, the sword wind is cold, with a spirit like no return, breaking the mountain and breaking the mountain, like the substance, each one has the full force of the monk in the early Yuan Infant period.

didn't mention the real people of the war elephant, but said that Murong Zhuo and the three of them quickly swept away the valley. The three of them have their own order, Qingzhuzi is the fastest, Shuluo is second, and Murong Zhuo is third.

Qingzhuzi, who was walking in the forefront, suddenly felt an inexplicable depression in his heart, and in the red mist outside the valley not far away, it seemed that there was an irresistible existence guarding it. A fierce and indifferent aura came from the depths of the red mist!

"Go back!"

A cold, ruthless, tyrannical voice came from the blood mist.

Then a huge liliang surged in, and before Qingzhuzi could see the opponent's attack clearly, he had already been hit hard, and the huge liliang hit his chest, almost smashing his bones.

A large mouthful of blood erupted from the green bamboo canopy, like a broken kite, flying back upside down. He sat on the ground, without a trace of blood on his face.

Shuluo and Murong Zhuo were a few steps behind him, and they clearly saw a palm as tall as an ancient tree suddenly appear in the blood mist, slapping the green bamboo into the air.

Seeing that Qingzhuzi didn't have the slightest power to fight back, the two of them changed drastically, and immediately turned around sharply and flew back.

The giant palm didn't seem to have the intention of killing the three people, and when he saw the three of them retreat, he immediately disappeared without a trace.

Murong Zhuo and the others landed beside Qingzhuzi. Lift him up. The book said anxiously: "How is the injury?"

Qing Zhuzi broke out in a cold sweat and frowned. endured the severe pain, shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Yuan Ying was almost smashed, this guy at least has the cultivation of Yuan Ying in the later stage." ”

Murong Zhuo's faces immediately turned ugly.

The bookworm handed Murong Yuanshan to Murong Zhuo, stroked the back of the green bamboo with his hand, and injected a pure vitality to help him heal his injuries.

And after Murong Zhuo briefly checked Murong Yuanshan's injuries, he immediately stared coldly at the movements in the real war elephant and the red mist. Although he was worried about Murong Yuanshan's injuries. But now that Qingzhuzi is seriously injured, it is naturally impossible to leave the two of them alone.

The real man of the war elephant sneered, and walked step by step, the sound of footsteps rumbled, and the earthquake valley shook for a while. But there was no movement in the red mist.

"If it weren't for the old man who wanted to accept a few of you as his subordinates, that palm just now would have shattered your Yuan Ying long ago. ”

The cold voice came again.

The bookworm stared at the depths of the red mist, and said coldly: "Who is Your Excellency? Just that palm just now is not enough to qualify us to be your subordinates." ”

"Hahahaha, little fat man, isn't it enough to make your heart flutter when you see that big guy's strength? You must know that he used to be just a fool who had just entered the early stage of the Yuan Infant and had not even comprehended the laws, but with my guidance, he had improved so much in a short period of time. ”

The laughter of the people in the fog echoed, indescribably proud.

And after hearing the other party call him a fool, the war elephant Zhenren's eyes flashed with anger that could not be concealed, but then immediately disappeared, as if he was very afraid of him.

The bookworm's eyes sank, the other party's methods were incredible, if this was the case, without his compulsion, I am afraid that many monks would automatically come to vote, but the bookworm believed that the war elephant real person must have paid an unimaginable painful price in order to gain great strength.

"Who is Your Excellency, and what kind of cultivation are you?"

The man in the fog said: "The name of the old man, you are not qualified to know, even if it is the entire Firmament East Continent, maybe no one is qualified to know, if you are willing to become my subordinates and find the resources for me to recover, the old man can guarantee that in the near future, you will all be the top monks in the Firmament Continent." ”

In the words, there is endless confusion.

As soon as the two of them heard this, they knew that the other party was nine times out of ten, it was the old monster who was out of the dust that the Silver Star Dao people talked about, and if he was an ordinary monk in the late Yuan Infant period, he didn't dare to say such arrogant words at all.

Murong Zhuo has a strong temperament, it is impossible to accept that he has become a pawn in the hands of others, and as soon as his eyebrows are raised, he will shout angrily.

The scholar pressed his shoulder, stopped him, and said in a calm voice: "I don't know what the predecessors want us to do, so that we are willing to give the opportunity, after becoming your subordinate, what do we need to do?"

The man in the fog hahadaxiao said: "Little fat man, the old man knows that you are tricking me, and he doesn't really want to take refuge in me, but what is the old man afraid of, as long as you swallow the God Stealing Pill refined by the old man, the old man will immediately reward you, but how much chance you can get depends on your future performance, as for what the old man wants you to do, when you take refuge in me, I will naturally tell you." ”

The three of them glanced at each other, and at the same time showed a confused look, obviously they had never heard of the name of the God Stealing Pill for Heart Exchange, but they thought it should be some kind of elixir to control their minds.

The bookworm's right hand silently grabbed the green bamboo, and then threw a look at Murong Yuanshan, and suddenly took out a few talismans and smashed them on the ground, and the three of them rushed straight into the air.

"Although the promise of the predecessors is good, but the three of us may not be able to bear it, so we will leave!"

The light and shadow flickered, and where the three of them stood, suddenly a cylindrical golden light mask with a radius of five or six zhang suddenly appeared, this light mask was huge, and from a distance, it looked like a huge pillar that reached the sky, protecting the three of them around, but there was a huge exit above.

"Stop them!"

The man in the fog shouted angrily, and the blood mist surged, condensing three blood-colored mist guns and shooting at the three of them.

The war elephant real man roared wildly and smashed the giant axe in his hand, and then transformed into a burly monk with a big waist and a round waist, stepping on the void and striding after him.

Bang!

The circular pillar of light, which only supported one breath, shattered into golden light.

The three of them rushed into the air, and they saw the clouds in the air gathering rapidly, condensing into a big white hand, and slapped it head-on, Huo Huo Fengsheng, and the three people with a domineering and majestic momentum trembled violently.

And not far below, the real war elephant is rapidly approaching.

At this moment, a little light flew from afar, and the big white hand that went straight to the sky. The speed of the light was extremely fast, and after a few breaths, it became a snow-white sword that was a hundred zhang long!

Rumble!

There was a loud bang in the sky, and after the snow-white sword light collided with the big hand, the sword light dispersed instantly, but the big white hand also became the end of the strong crossbow, and the strength fell on the three of them, only slightly heavy.

"You three guys, when did you get into trouble with this kind of old monster?"

A shout of rebuke came from afar.

In an instant, a tall and thin figure swept from a distance, landed beside the three of them, flicked his sleeves, wrapped the three of them together, and flew out into the distance.

"Senior Brother Yuelong, how could it be you?"

The bookworm was pleasantly surprised, and looked at the white-haired, clear-faced, Confucian Yuelong Taoist beside him in disbelief.

"Let's go back to Taiyi Gate first!"

The Moon Dragon Dao people were full of vitality, and raised their hands to hit a talisman at the chasing war elephant real person, and the look in his eyes under the snow-white eyebrows was as bright as a star. (To be continued......)